A Ritual

A Ritual

Satisfied am I, sitting on my rock
Watching followers to our sacrifices flock
Salt to pour and beer to spill
Remember Thunders’ mighty will!

Hunters chatter, children run and play
Stop this nonsense – we must get underway!
Gather round, ye faithful ones
Thunders’ song our preacher hums

And now the fire girls shall dance
And how they dance… In such unearthly, holy trance
In gloom of night they move as one
Splendor and beauty seen before by none

They spin, they turn, their fiery hair…
Impossible such things with words declare
A flame sparks on the stones – the magic works!
And out the warlock comes from his lair in which he lurks

The beer is spilt, the salt is poured
The ritual ends on high accords
Bring out the bread – our feast is now!
Heathens we are - to heathen gods we bow!